Just a few minutes later the man came up to me
again and said that he had
been thinking it over and he wanted to buy me
the toy that I was looking at.
He took my hand
and walked me over to the appropriate counter.
He told me to reach into his pocket for money. I
was shocked when there was no pocket and I
touched bare skin.
Quickly I took my hand away.
The man said I had put my hand in the wrong
pocket, and that I should try the other one.
I
was not going to be fooled again and I refused.
Then he offered to buy me the toy plus give me
fifty cents. I really wanted the toy and with
the added incentive, it was too tempting an
offer to resist.
I found out that the other side
did not have any pockets either. He told me to
reach in further because the money was deep.
I
felt something fleshy and hard and I did not
know what "it" was. I got scared and took my
hand away.
He then offered me a dollar if I would go out
of the store with him.
This was a lot of money
for a little kid. However, I remembered what my
parents had said about leaving the store with
strangers. So I did not leave.
His next approach was to tell me about his little
girl who was just my age. He said it was her
birthday today and he was going to buy her a
birthday present.
He wanted me to help him pick
it out and that was the reason he wanted me to
leave the store with him.
He said he only wanted
to go to the next store down. Luckily my parents
had instilled in me that we were never to
leave the store no matter what the reason or no
matter what was offered to us. So again I
declined.
He then asked if I would just walk around the
store with him. If I would do that he would
still give me a dollar.
Again this was enough of
an incentive to go along with him. And besides,
I was still in the store. After I walked with
him for awhile I realized that we were getting
close to the exit door.
I asked him if he would
give me the dollar now because I had to start
looking for my parents.
As I started to leave,
he grabbed me and asked me for one more favor.
He asked me to go downstairs with him and
help him pick out some underpants for his lit
tle girl.
Still remembering the promise of a
dollar and also being rather stupid, I went
downstairs with him.
There were not many people
downstairs and there were only two clerks. We
went directly to the girls' underclothes sec
tion. He told me to pick out the underpants that
I would like.